John Pitcairn did not consider himself a fanciful man. He took pride in crisp, clear orders and appreciated those who knew how to follow them. It was how his friendship with one Matthew Davenport (pity the man’s relations) began, and it is how he came to meet and, to his great surprise, appreciate one Connor Kenway (though he wonders at the surname).
Though, perhaps it should be no surprise at all, given how the young man has won over Lee (Johnson, oddly enough, remains wary). Connor is diligent and tempered, executing his orders with utmost precision and likened to an angel of death by his men on the battlefield. He is cognizant of the chain of authority and has proven himself to be an asset amongst John’s ranks.
And yet there is something unsettling about the man. Perhaps it is the duality of the images he projects. A cordial, well-mannered gentleman in drawing rooms and war councils, a cyclone of death and destruction (to enemy forces of course) in battle. Perhaps it is his heritage, English mixed with native. Or perhaps it is his similarity to Matthew (brilliant strategist, consummate soldier) and his utter dissimilarity to Matthew (knives casually ripping out throats, promising safety to enemy soldiers during interrogation and executing them afterwards).
John wasn’t sure, but he knew that Connor Kenway was a man that merited watching as much as he merited admiration.
Re: You Are A Templar
John Pitcairn
John Pitcairn did not consider himself a fanciful man. He took pride in crisp, clear orders and appreciated those who knew how to follow them. It was how his friendship with one Matthew Davenport (pity the man’s relations) began, and it is how he came to meet and, to his great surprise, appreciate one Connor Kenway (though he wonders at the surname).
Though, perhaps it should be no surprise at all, given how the young man has won over Lee (Johnson, oddly enough, remains wary). Connor is diligent and tempered, executing his orders with utmost precision and likened to an angel of death by his men on the battlefield. He is cognizant of the chain of authority and has proven himself to be an asset amongst John’s ranks.
And yet there is something unsettling about the man. Perhaps it is the duality of the images he projects. A cordial, well-mannered gentleman in drawing rooms and war councils, a cyclone of death and destruction (to enemy forces of course) in battle. Perhaps it is his heritage, English mixed with native. Or perhaps it is his similarity to Matthew (brilliant strategist, consummate soldier) and his utter dissimilarity to Matthew (knives casually ripping out throats, promising safety to enemy soldiers during interrogation and executing them afterwards).
John wasn’t sure, but he knew that Connor Kenway was a man that merited watching as much as he merited admiration.